Menocraicing; having a rowdy time; BLOGVILLE RODEO DAY (3)

In case you are only finding this and have not seen sets one and two, just click back on 'older posts'... there was a gremlin at the start of the day, but hopefully it has not spoiled your entertainment...

WELCOME TO THE THIRD AND LAST SET AT THE ENTERTAINMENT STAGE OF THE BLOGVILLE RODEO!!!

Let's begin with ditty from one of our newest residents, Brom the Cuddly Bear of Mara:

Oh, to be a cowboy

Riding a horse with the wind in my fur.

My saddlebags full of goodies to eat

What a thing for a bear!

And then I tried it,

Sat on top of a hor(se)

Oh my grizzly, it was high

Such a long way to the floor!

So I have decided

A cowboy I won’t be

I’ll just be a bear

And that will be plenty for me!!

I suspect there are a few around here who may feel the same way! Lots and lots and lots of folks are more than happy to saddle up though.... or at least to wear the 'uniform'... not all of them are conventional cowpokes though.  Here's a taste of other usages for jeans, Stetsons and boots...

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH....
(ahem)... different form of keep-fit, that... &*>

Well... it is dropping into campfire time; that moment when the cowpokes gather round for the evening and swap stories and reminiscences and pick up their instruments for a sing-song. Our resident wild boy, Easy Rider, shared this one...

THE LONESOME RIDER

There once was cowboy, always alone...

no one was there to share a treat or a bone...

he  sat on a fire efurry night

listening to the noises to start with fright..

he ate his beans, a bucket per day...

and that was the reason no one with him could stay...

and if you meet that guy at high noon,

don't furget your nose-peg before your will swoon.

Yes, well, okay... next....

Well done chaps... 

At last we come to the final offering - this one from Bertie's Gail, who, in keeping with the campfire feeling, is remembering earlier times...

The Photograph

In the Wild West heat

Under skies untroubled by cloud

The horizon expands to the universe edge

And a Londoner feels unease.

You could gallop all day

(If you could ride a horse, cowboy style)

And not see a bus, a black cab, a Boris bike

Or a Costa Coffee.

 

A pang of homesickness

Punches your stomach.

For these moments, you have a cure.

A well thumbed photograph

Behind the green papers in the wallet

That you have learned to call a ‘billfold’.

You took the picture way back

One evening on the Northern Line.

The crush, the dirt, the pasty faces, the worn-out eyes

Avoiding contact.

And now you know, again,

Why you are here.

In the Wild West.

That's all folks! I do hope you have had a fabby time throughout the rodeo; I have had a great time organising this part of the event and am ready for a lie-down after trying to catch up with efurrybuddy else too!

HOOROO...